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His head is weary with thoughts- cursing him to make mistakes

By the beach of pain and relief- his sand castles seem to disappear

Through the words of a smile- you words find the simplicity of pain

The notion of falling apart with the sky falling- he just seems to break and tear.

Now is not the time to panic- we told him- now is the time to forget

Jump into a new life- it’s going to happen- are you crazy enough to cry

Be resolute, my good friend; be like a rock- it’s only a week ago

I saw him happy- shouting and jumping- willing happy to try.

He feels lonely; I have felt that- A long time ago

Pity is not what I feel- I just woke up feeling eager to try a new tie

Though his words mumble- Though he goes incoherent

Though he has words of inspiration- Through his words of a cry.

Every morning he wakes up- with a dream of the night

I meet him looking in the mirror- practising and getting clearer

By the evening, the talks reach his ear- shunting him closed and hurt

With time being a fucker- try again the day another.

So many people writing- to touch you in your feat of glory

There are friends and enemies all together- “Bam Chika Bow Bow”

Dream, my friend, dream without any end- there is no harm to it

Don’t be worried by the impending storm- to be sad- the time is not now.

Was listening to "Any Color you Like" by Pink Floyd, 22/02/2013 20:20 P.M.

Listening

The scourge is over; there is a bloom inside somewhere,

I think I’m being noble, to listen and try – a thing to share.
Suffering is a passing stage; life’s just like that
Her words kept me calm and stupid; oh! What a dare!

There was a bold music in my head; I sang it loud in my silence.
I dreamt of a land beside the sea; but there was a tickle in my conscience.
No one cares now; obviously not my heart.
Done trying to help myself happy; I have learnt to live my silent sense.

Acting out of a sweet generosity; I question my approach,
Morning of boredom & night of high- a friend’s here to encroach.
Yes, I know there are friends around; weird as it sounds to me.
A month ago, I was stranger; all of a sudden I am asked to sod off.

Mr. Average- I think I’ve defeated you- I am happy but modest
You were good to me and kept me alive; with you, there was a beat in my chest.
Yes, I forgot those sessions of indie rock; you and I- a bottle of rum,
South of happiness we went together; I left you faraway in the test.

Written while sitting with a pen in a hand.........

My Dear Penny Lane, I Love You

Dear Penny Lane,
You are like the soothing morning of the coldest night...
Like the sands that stays back in your hand after the ocean eats away...
Like the tears after years of holding back
Like the course you suddenly realise was right all along...
Like the heart the mind hates to admit...
Like a song which four guys sang for a street on Liverpool...?
Like my words and my dreams...
Like my song which I sing after waking with a yawn...
Like the sound of a noise that you knew would be yours...
Like the fountain on a mountain no one ever went to...
Like the anger after a talk...like the talk after the anger...
Like the show filled with sadness...
Like the not-wanted in a sea full of people...
Like the smile in a protest...
Like the dream alike happiness in a tear of nightmare....
Like the fear of losing you...
Like me writing these lines with a wave in my heart...
Like me trying to make you happy...
Like my Penny Lane..like my deepi...